Well… this is unfortunate. You've fallen into dire circumstances, I'm afraid. Never to fear; dire circumstances are why my industry exists, after all. I'd be overjoyed to offer a helping hand. That said, I must advise you that in the event that my munificence is answered by a precipitous plummet in the stock of my faith in personal responsibility, this… charitable loan… shall be remanded to the bailiwick of an organlegger. Ah, yes; I can see you're attending me quite avidly now. And trust me on this; I would not employ such remorseless individuals were I not entirely prepared to let slip the dogs of recompense. Oh my… your hand is shaking. Don't let it spoil your signature.

Knocked out, you been clocked out; don't act shocked, now, you shoulda seen this comin'

Had bills to pay, get your thrills today, but we will filet you; by your lean wits done in

Son don't bemoan, my heart's made of stone, and an organ donor can't be an Indian giver

Without a stomach, I’ll staple you together ain’t no better way to trim off the fat than have it shorn off your back

You’ve won it, the lottery of givin' and please so you can pass on with that stick that feather in your cap

You’re a hero to somebody with a whole lotta money honey, I’m just a middleman savior

Don’t want kill ya but a I got a few bills ta fill and so your fillings I shill, to anyone who pays for

Them, So I’m sorry but you’re meeting your end

Another life and we coulda been friends

But it seems that your wounds won’t mend

And I’ve got other needs to attend so I bent you snuggly in this icebox, This Guy Fawkes mask finally can come off

This life of slaughter can certainly run raw, but money’s good, so why sit and jabber my jaw

No matter my flaws I’m a fellow who knows how to get the job done

In the top ten list of most wanted organ grinders, even without a monkey I’m number one

(Segue 2)

Painless, yeah, but it's really pride that takes the hardest fall, right? At least you're leaving a good-looking set of guts, you know what I'm sayin'?

So you say she left you, gonna soon forget you, and your heart is rent through, took the love meat with her?

Son, you're 'bout to kick it cuz I bought the pawn ticket and that ticker is mine; you got some beats to deliver

And your liver, as well; yeah, I'm goin' to Hell, but I think that's swell cuz I'm on the Devil's payroll

Pickin' you bare, you got innards to spare, and soon you ain't gonna care cuz you'll be hangin' with a halo

You've been tumbled by a surgeon

Doctor, dealer; watch my industry burgeon

I'm tomorrow's cardio cartel

Clientele thank you for your contribution; farewell

(Outro)

Oh no, no… I'm afraid we're far past the point of reparations; wouldn't you agree? The devil will have his due, as they say, and I did warn you, my boy. In truth, it's you who put a price tag on your life; I merely accepted your offer and sold you to someone willing to accept mine. Chin up, now; at least parts of you will live long, full lives, after a Fashion. I've actually placed a bit on some of you myself; call me sentimental. Ta-ta.